A letter to Bauer

Hello! We always call you that, and we are used to calling you that. Because you are the second child in the family, and my mother didn't think of a better nickname to call you, so I always call you "Bauer, Bauer".

Your family calls you that. Have you forgotten your name? Of course not, especially your mother, because your name comes from your mother's unforgettable birth experience. Your name is "Yao Maoen", and the moral of your mother's name is that I hope you can be grateful when you grow up and know that your mother is not easy.

I have been thinking that one day I will tell you how I conceived you and how I gave birth to you. But I'm not sure about the date. I want to tell you too early, you won't understand, and you can't understand. If I tell you too late, I will miss the good opportunity of gratitude education.

I am afraid that as time goes by, as you grow up and look at your lively and lovely appearance, I will forget that precious and hard day. I think at least some details will fade away. Today is a rare day for my mother to be alone at home. I want to recall the day when you left my mother's body, happy and painful.

Your arrival

Bauer, your arrival is a confusing news. The arrival of you and your sister is the same. You came here without consulting. It came unexpectedly and suddenly. After careful consideration by mom and dad, my sister stayed. My mother was pregnant with your sister when she was in graduate school. Finally, she didn't take a day off when she graduated. God really blessed her mother with a good harvest in school and children.

Mom and dad have been struggling for several nights whether to accompany you or not. The doctor's advice is that placenta previa is very dangerous and it is not recommended to stay. My father listened to the doctor's advice, accompanied my mother to the Chongqing Maternal and Child Health Hospital to prescribe medicine, paid for the operation, and was ready to give up on you. Mom went back to think all night and couldn't sleep all night. She can't bear to give up on you and is afraid of going to the operating table. Mom always thinks things shouldn't be so bad, maybe they will develop in a good direction, so mom decided to keep you. Dad respects mom's decision.

Mom took a year off from school to save you. My mother's leader also understood my mother very well and agreed. It is a happy time when you are with your mother. Although your arrival also made my sister jealous, crying and shouting "no brother, no brother", but later my sister accepted the reality that you came to our house. Now my sister loves you very much and has always been proud of having such a lovely little brother.

Mom doesn't have to work. She helps your sister study, lets her play the piano and reads English to you every day. Mom thinks this is the best way to kill two birds with one stone, which can not only let your sister practice English and piano, but also give you prenatal education.

As I grow up day by day, my mother's stomach is getting bigger and bigger. Look in the mirror, my stomach is so sharp. According to tradition, this should be a boy. In fact, whether you are a boy or a girl, your parents love you because you are our child.

Mom didn't know you were a boy until she took a Zhang Siwei color photo one month before she was born. Although my father didn't go that time, I knew you were a boy when my mother saw the clear boy characteristics on the big screen in the hospital alone. I am still very happy in my heart. After all, "having two children" is the dream of many people.

Since the fifth month, you have become more and more restless in your mother's stomach. You like sports and exercise more and more frequently. You kick your mother in the stomach from time to time and roll around in her stomach from time to time. Her stomach often fluctuates. You move from the left side of your mother's stomach to the right side, and from the right side to the left side. Mom guessed that you must be an athlete when you grow up. Sure enough, you just turned one year old and your athletic ability is amazing. You can have fun in the amusement park alone. You can climb to a high place by yourself and then slide down the high slide by yourself.

You have lived safely in your mother's belly for 37 weeks. It is safe and warm here. Mom is also safe and happy during this period. Unfortunately, the mother's placenta previa did not move up at all, and the placenta completely covered the cervix. The result of this kind of production will be massive bleeding, because I have been psychologically prepared and accepted.

After 37 weeks, my mother was admitted to the hospital-xinqiao hospital, Chongqing Third Military Medical University. That's the hospital carefully selected by dad. On the one hand, this hospital is the best hospital for interventional surgery. On the other hand, dad's classmates are just good doctors who do this operation.

Mom is a person who is particularly sensitive to pain. A project that may seem normal to others seems to my mother to be a feeling of physical illness. It's not mom's affectation, it really hurts.

When I gave birth to my sister, I cried when I inserted a catheter. 20 15 August 12 when I gave birth to you, the doctor inserted a catheter into me and I was still crying. It's so painful, I can't help it. The delivery room may think that mom is too brave.

On August 2, 20 15, around 12 o'clock, my mother was pushed into the operating room by the doctor. The worst day has come. My mother was pushed into an operating room full of medical equipment. The doctor asked me to move myself from the operating cart to the operating table, but my stomach was too big to move at all. I was forced onto the operating table by several nurses. The white light shone on my face and I couldn't move. I seem to be fiddled with by the nurses like an object.

I am a pregnant woman with placenta previa, which is a very dangerous pregnancy. In the past, if medicine was not developed, it was likely to bleed to death. In order to save my life, I am ready for intervention. What I will never forget is the preparation of interventional nurses. Interventional surgery requires inserting a catheter from the neck to make my blood form a circulation circle. If there is a lot of bleeding, I can transfuse blood.

More than an hour after the operation, I was preparing, and the process of inserting a catheter from the neck was still vivid. Neck blood vessels are not easy to tie, and they often run as soon as they are tied. I don't know if it's an intern nurse or a poor experience. One doctor pricked my neck four or five times, another doctor pricked it four or five times, and another doctor pricked it four or five times. I cried in pain. The doctor didn't let go, but he was still sticking. In a daze, I thought I had a row of needles in my neck. I finally realized that it was actually a needle. Why did you stab me in the neck for more than a dozen times? As a result, I couldn't get in, so the doctor stabbed me again and again until I got in.

Lying naked during the operation, I have forgotten my sense of shame, although there are many male nurses' voices. After anesthesia, I was scratched by the doctor in bed. I can feel the knife scraping layer by layer on my stomach. I can still feel the pain when the doctor tugs at your umbilical cord. Anesthetics have an effect on me, but I am not completely unaware of it, because I use local anesthesia.

In a daze, I knew you were taken out. I heard you crying. I heard from the doctor that it was a boy. The doctor leaned in and asked me if I wanted to see the baby. I can't answer. The doctor took the child away. Then I was pushed out of the intensive care unit the next day, and I didn't see you until more than ten hours later.

I don't know when, as if I were asleep, completely unconscious. I slept until half past five in the afternoon. Normal operation usually takes two hours, and mother's operation took more than five hours. I don't know what happened in the whole process, only my father knows. When the doctor went to find dad to sign, dad was going to the toilet, and only my sister was outside the operating room. The doctor blamed: when your mother was dying, your father went to the toilet. Of course, your father didn't mean to go to the bathroom. He has been standing outside the door for more than three hours.

Later, I learned that during the operation, my mother had a massive hemorrhage, and 4000CC of blood was equivalent to my mother's whole body blood. You are so tenacious, in order to survive, the placenta has taken root in the mother's womb. So you were born fat and strong for nothing. When I was pregnant, my mother was not fat at all, but my mother was pregnant and you were good-looking, which made my mother very pleased.

When my mother went out of the operating room to extubate, my mother's anesthetic had failed, and my mother woke up in severe pain and couldn't help crying. Dad pushed his mother's cart into the intensive care unit, and her mother and many aunts who had given birth were lying in the intensive care unit.

The severe pain made my mother toss and turn in the hospital bed. I always want to change my sleeping position, which may be better, but I don't know that no matter how I toss and turn, it hurts like hell. It was so painful that I couldn't help moaning. I asked the nurse to prescribe some painkillers several times, but the nurse refused. This groan lasted from 5: 30 to about 5: 00 in the morning. The nurse was finally merciful and gave her mother an injection of painkillers, and the effect was good. After the injection, she immediately felt the pain relieved and finally slept for an hour. This is the most precious moment of my life. When I gave birth to your sister, I was in pain all night. I finally slept for an hour when I gave birth to you. Later, my mother learned that the anesthetic is demerol, which is also a drug and cannot be abused.

Dad came to see mom. I asked about you the first time I saw my father. Asked if you are black, dad said happily, you are not black, much whiter than your sister. I am skeptical and eager to meet.

Finally, at eight o'clock in the morning, I pushed into the ward from the intensive care unit. The first time I saw you, except for being whiter than my sister, it seemed to be a copy of my sister. My lovely little man.

A difficult month.

A week after giving birth, my mother still can't walk or even sit. Because of interventional surgery, the blood circulation circle is still not smooth. The delivery room in the hospital is tight, but my mother is going to be kicked out of the hospital!

The day I was discharged from the hospital was too deep in my memory. Dad found Uncle Cao Shuang's car to take Mom home. My dad borrowed a wheelchair to push my mom down. Because it was too long, my mother couldn't sit still, collapsed in a wheelchair and cried with pain.

It was the hardest month for my mother when the Pearl River returned to Huaxuan. Can't walk for a month, can't get out of bed, and have to pee in bed. Every night because of interventional therapy, my thighs and buttocks are crying with pain! Dad didn't comfort me and ignored me!

During that time, my mother seemed to have postpartum depression. People become extremely fragile! I couldn't help losing my temper, so there was a war at home.